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Torosaurus is Not TriceratopsEvidence states that Torosaurus and Triceratops are distinct dinosaur genera, not synonyms.
Here is the paper: http://www.plosone.org/article/info%3Adoi%2F10.1371%2Fjournal.pone.0032623#abstract0
Then here is the abstract:
In horned dinosaurs, taxonomy is complicated by the fact that the cranial ornament that distinguishes species changes with age. Based on this observation, it has been proposed that the genera Triceratops and Torosaurus are in fact synonymous, with specimens identified as Torosaurus representing the adult form of Triceratops.
The hypothesis of synonymy makes three testable predictions:
1) the species in question should have similar geographic and stratigraphic distributions
2) specimens assigned to Torosaurus should be more mature than those assigned to Triceratops
3) intermediates should exist that combine featur
Tops the beginning part 1Narrator: As many of you DA know the Tops are a group of courageous young Triceratops boys, who are blessed with special powers by the Intergalactic Angels. They used their powers to protect those who needed protection, especially from the evils of the Intergalactic Demons. But many of you have wonder how did the Tops got started? Well in this story you will see how Miss Carla Brown Cow and the Tops have met, and how their legacy has begun.
In the coldest region of Antarctica; Carla a young female scientist explores the cold windy land, she and her crew discovers the most unusual formation. Out in the middle of nowhere, a perfectly well shape giant ice cube. No ice formation can make such a perfect cube, yet here it was in plain view.
Carla: Amazing, such a perfect formation. Quickly we must carefully take this with us back to Celestial City.
Crewmen: You got it Doc. Okay boys lets get to work.
Back in Celestial City in the USA. Carla drove her car around the freeway listening to a new
Aging TriceratopsThe gray mist cries tears of water.
They drip through the tangled treetops
And pool on the undergrowth's fronds.
Thunder's grumble bounces through the shadows.
Frogs sing their joy for all the moisture.
But one greater being shares not their elation.
Once the earth shuddered from his stomping.
Now his column legs ache as he lumbers.
Once rainbow gems dazzled on his hide.
Now the colors have faded between the wrinkles.
Once a thick round shield protected his neck.
Now the Tyrants have chomped off its edges.
Once two spears thrust from his brows.
Now the first has dulled and the second splintered.
Once a dagger stabbed up from his snout.
Now its blade has worn from overuse too.
The scars of battle still stripe his face.
But all the rains have doused his past rage.
With a hooked beak he prunes vines and herbs.
Only their flavor soothes his inner pain.
Still his limbs wobble under his weight.
Their bones have grown brittle and the muscles slack.
With a final trumpet that breaks into a croa
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